Mats Waltré

Bounded by my hide

bounded by my hide, my sight is dim
all senses blurred, submerged in haze
whatever I do I remain the painter
whatever I do the paint is grey
oh lord, let me walk my mending mile
oh lord, let my eyes be yours to shine
oh lord, let my voice reverberate
at the end all matters formed my mind
at the end all amassed will burn to ashes
a handful hope, a bird is glowing
unbound my life, my life is meant

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